Post by violetstorm on Jun 28, 2010 16:39:21 GMT
Just thought I'd start a log to record my journey into the realm of increased Vo2 max.
Currently, whilst strength isnt too bad, flexibilty is very good, and the diet 'was' going well, the fact remains that over the last six weeks I have put [back] on 16 lbs of shite, and have next to zero fitness conditioning.
I will be keeping things simple, adopting the premise that by doing something that is proven to get results one will obtain superior results than by either fucking around with a convoluted program based on vague/supposed high end expert insight, or doing nothing.
To this end, I will aim to hit the road work with a view to walking three miles/5K twice per week.
I had thought about the couch to 5k plan, but to be honest even that, as great as it is, is not a program I wish to follow just yet.
Bearing in mind, the already stated none existant conditioning, and fat ass, the numbers herein this first session will be decidely piss poor, and unashamedly so. Its a good thing, because these numbers will be night and day next to the figures that will be coming over the next eight weeks. It gets me hard just thinking about it.
The diet is back in effect as of today, and will consist of whey protein in water, eggs, fish oils, kelp and not a lot else from Sun thru Fri, with Saturdays being a cheat day just because.
I will pursue each road session after having nothing more than a pint of chilled dilute cordial with ideally 30mg of Eph HCL, but since EPH is such a cunt to obtain these days a fondle from Danni Minogue will have to suffice.
After each session, I will consume 20g of insulinotrophic and mTOR stimulating whey protein in water, with a view to transcription and reduced muscle breakdown.
This serving of whey will then be followed by four boiled eggs with a single slice of buttered toast, thus affording me 50g protein several times per day as part of a sub 2000kcal diet rich in EFA's and BCAA; again, simple is best here, Scott Connelly would love me.
Anyhoo, a few stats for the record:
BW: 255lbs, aim to get this down to 230lbs at 10%, the doubters can ride the cock, they will see, those that know when I am going to do something, I do it.
BF: probably around 25%, fat cunt lol, although TBH, not too bad really for a big dude, but still not the tranny tastic ten percent that is on the scope.
Anabolics may or may not be on the cards, well, they definitley will, but unsure as of when at the moment.
Resting HR: forget to take this today, and am currently off my tits on eph, so will add this in due course.
Todays first session was always going to be the yarstick, the session wherein I simply familiarised myself with the dynamics of the session itself ie: just feel my way through, see what hurts, what doesnt; observe how long it takes for my feet to go numb; even just observing the scenery, that type of shit ie: total sensual immersion in the gig rather than piling on the pressure.
As a side note, I was carrying a back pack weighted to 15lbs, nothing major, but good ballast.
Starting out was fine, and then about 500m in (yeah, that far lol) the shins start going numb and I began to hear the voices asking "just what and why the fuck am I even doing this?"
"Go on, go back home, you have cakes in the fridge, fuck the diet" they say.
On account of the shins throbbing like a stuck cock, my conscious mind resolved to 'maybe' have a break in another two hundred metres. Although I secretly knew I wont be taking such a break, I wont stop; its either "do or do not do" half measures are for half wits so lets go through the fucking world and crack on... that always pisses up the legs of the voices in the head lol.
NOTE: I am not saying kill yourself folks, just know the difference between bottling things or carrying on like a fuckwit cunt just for the sake of it (two modes of action that are not in any way desirable) as compared to pushing on through.
Since I am using a route I have always used (which sees me walking around a course comprised largely of delightful countryside setting) I have locations en-route that I know will afford me a moment of endorphin release upon reaching them. Fuck knows how that works, but it does so every time, even the smelly brook is fucking great.
Sure enough at one mile in I hit the first point of leafy loveliness and the shin discomfort massivley attenuates and the second wind kicks in. With this I am now enjoying the countryside splendour, negotiating my way around horse shit and laughing as I do it, great stuff!!
The feet are pumping up like righteous cunts now, and I can feel the first signs of the old blisters making an appearance.
The aerobic conditioning side of things really wasnt phasing me, and to be fair the fact that I havent really missed a weight session for ages would have had a healthy impact on that score. As said, this first road work session was simply to ascertain what was going to 'creak amd squeak' and to what degree? ie: I was looking for that "FFS, you will NEVER again have four years off this CV shit" moment, the moment we are all familiar with when having too much time off from the gym. Yeah it sucks dicks, but is tempered on the other hand by the optimistic awareness that one is getting back into the swing of things, renaissance.
As said, the shins, ankles and blisters were giving me such moments in spades, but as also said I cracked on, only pausing for ten seconds to shake off the numb pins and needle feet schtick during the last mile.
During the final mile, the emerging blisters really were becomming the rate limiter as far as speed went, of which was down to a hobble at some points. This really did fuck up the finishing time, but as said, this first session was not about breaking times, but setting a yardstick for future sessions, of which will only get better.
So, how did it go? how piss poor was it? LOL
Overall time: 55 mins, was expecting 45 mins but the last mile really was blister city.
These times will be down to sub 30 mins (as they have been for me before, so no issues) I'll just give it eight weeks. This being especially true vis a vis the coming fat loss and body recompositioing that will occur concurrently.
NOTES:
- Todays session was performed in the afternoon; to wit, in the summer, 5am is preferable to 2pm, dickhead
Currently, whilst strength isnt too bad, flexibilty is very good, and the diet 'was' going well, the fact remains that over the last six weeks I have put [back] on 16 lbs of shite, and have next to zero fitness conditioning.
I will be keeping things simple, adopting the premise that by doing something that is proven to get results one will obtain superior results than by either fucking around with a convoluted program based on vague/supposed high end expert insight, or doing nothing.
To this end, I will aim to hit the road work with a view to walking three miles/5K twice per week.
I had thought about the couch to 5k plan, but to be honest even that, as great as it is, is not a program I wish to follow just yet.
Bearing in mind, the already stated none existant conditioning, and fat ass, the numbers herein this first session will be decidely piss poor, and unashamedly so. Its a good thing, because these numbers will be night and day next to the figures that will be coming over the next eight weeks. It gets me hard just thinking about it.
The diet is back in effect as of today, and will consist of whey protein in water, eggs, fish oils, kelp and not a lot else from Sun thru Fri, with Saturdays being a cheat day just because.
I will pursue each road session after having nothing more than a pint of chilled dilute cordial with ideally 30mg of Eph HCL, but since EPH is such a cunt to obtain these days a fondle from Danni Minogue will have to suffice.
After each session, I will consume 20g of insulinotrophic and mTOR stimulating whey protein in water, with a view to transcription and reduced muscle breakdown.
This serving of whey will then be followed by four boiled eggs with a single slice of buttered toast, thus affording me 50g protein several times per day as part of a sub 2000kcal diet rich in EFA's and BCAA; again, simple is best here, Scott Connelly would love me.
Anyhoo, a few stats for the record:
BW: 255lbs, aim to get this down to 230lbs at 10%, the doubters can ride the cock, they will see, those that know when I am going to do something, I do it.
BF: probably around 25%, fat cunt lol, although TBH, not too bad really for a big dude, but still not the tranny tastic ten percent that is on the scope.
Anabolics may or may not be on the cards, well, they definitley will, but unsure as of when at the moment.
Resting HR: forget to take this today, and am currently off my tits on eph, so will add this in due course.
Todays first session was always going to be the yarstick, the session wherein I simply familiarised myself with the dynamics of the session itself ie: just feel my way through, see what hurts, what doesnt; observe how long it takes for my feet to go numb; even just observing the scenery, that type of shit ie: total sensual immersion in the gig rather than piling on the pressure.
As a side note, I was carrying a back pack weighted to 15lbs, nothing major, but good ballast.
Starting out was fine, and then about 500m in (yeah, that far lol) the shins start going numb and I began to hear the voices asking "just what and why the fuck am I even doing this?"
"Go on, go back home, you have cakes in the fridge, fuck the diet" they say.
On account of the shins throbbing like a stuck cock, my conscious mind resolved to 'maybe' have a break in another two hundred metres. Although I secretly knew I wont be taking such a break, I wont stop; its either "do or do not do" half measures are for half wits so lets go through the fucking world and crack on... that always pisses up the legs of the voices in the head lol.
NOTE: I am not saying kill yourself folks, just know the difference between bottling things or carrying on like a fuckwit cunt just for the sake of it (two modes of action that are not in any way desirable) as compared to pushing on through.
Since I am using a route I have always used (which sees me walking around a course comprised largely of delightful countryside setting) I have locations en-route that I know will afford me a moment of endorphin release upon reaching them. Fuck knows how that works, but it does so every time, even the smelly brook is fucking great.
Sure enough at one mile in I hit the first point of leafy loveliness and the shin discomfort massivley attenuates and the second wind kicks in. With this I am now enjoying the countryside splendour, negotiating my way around horse shit and laughing as I do it, great stuff!!
The feet are pumping up like righteous cunts now, and I can feel the first signs of the old blisters making an appearance.
The aerobic conditioning side of things really wasnt phasing me, and to be fair the fact that I havent really missed a weight session for ages would have had a healthy impact on that score. As said, this first road work session was simply to ascertain what was going to 'creak amd squeak' and to what degree? ie: I was looking for that "FFS, you will NEVER again have four years off this CV shit" moment, the moment we are all familiar with when having too much time off from the gym. Yeah it sucks dicks, but is tempered on the other hand by the optimistic awareness that one is getting back into the swing of things, renaissance.
As said, the shins, ankles and blisters were giving me such moments in spades, but as also said I cracked on, only pausing for ten seconds to shake off the numb pins and needle feet schtick during the last mile.
During the final mile, the emerging blisters really were becomming the rate limiter as far as speed went, of which was down to a hobble at some points. This really did fuck up the finishing time, but as said, this first session was not about breaking times, but setting a yardstick for future sessions, of which will only get better.
So, how did it go? how piss poor was it? LOL
Overall time: 55 mins, was expecting 45 mins but the last mile really was blister city.
These times will be down to sub 30 mins (as they have been for me before, so no issues) I'll just give it eight weeks. This being especially true vis a vis the coming fat loss and body recompositioing that will occur concurrently.
NOTES:
- Todays session was performed in the afternoon; to wit, in the summer, 5am is preferable to 2pm, dickhead
